Oi remembers the Great Weevil Famine of 1684. When there was neither weevil nor bhaji to enjoy. Some bugger made an absolute fortune passin' off maggots as weevils at exorbitant rates. When the Weevil hinspectors caught up with him, he'd already fled to some tax free haven in the Tortugas. Oi hear he be stealin' people's fish head stew recipes and makin a fortune.